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"I'm just going to say it, who's the idiot?" The youth said fearlessly. "Young Master Qin, how about we make a bet. If Guo Xie manages to make it into the finals, you can take off all your clothes and walk out of the auditorium. Do you dare?"

"Betting? What's the point of not daring to bet? Laozi dares to gamble on such a big thing in the forums. Do I really not dare to accept such a small gamble?" If Guo could win the third calligraphy competition, I would strip naked and crawl out of the auditorium. If we don't, the heavens will strike and the lightning will strike. " Qin Highdragon loudly said, "And if you lose?"

"So what if you lose? If you lose, I'll invite you to the cafeteria to eat instant noodles." The young man said in a loud, wretched voice.

"He's 15 or 16 years old, yet he's able to write out such a high level skill. This sort of Concept isn't simple, it isn't simple at all." Cao Xinglong said with a smile. In fact, he had his own selfish thoughts. Li Gu was ranked ninth in the second round. For a student like him to enter the finals, he posed much less of a threat than Guo Xie.

"There are trees and branches in the mountain, Xi Men Jun doesn't know of it." When the host said those words, Su Ye's face immediately turned red.

"Little girl, you're thinking of spring." At this time, Tang Xi had finished writing.

"Only the review of the Sensory King makes me think of the dynasty and the twilight." The host continued. Their words were gently placed in front of the judges by a few students. Compared to Li Gu's words, Su Ye's and Tang Xi's were a little lacking.

"If you behave atrociously, I will accompany you with wine in this life." He leisurely looked at the dozen words he had written and smiled, indicating that Sun Ling Ling Ling had finished writing.

"Since when did Brother Trap Dragon accept a female disciple? Why didn't I tell everyone? Haha." The moment the carefree words were placed in front of the judges, someone had already noticed Ni Duan. Not bad, not bad at all. He was even better at writing than Li Gu.

"Madman's disciple, haha, his calligraphy has the feeling of a madman, even humans have the feeling of a madman." The crowd laughed and said. That's right, Lunatic Xue had indeed stayed in the Nangong family for a period of time and taught Nangong Ling some things.

"The more money you have, the better." When Qian Duoduo finished unloading the words, the audience burst into laughter. However, when the words were placed in front of the judges, the judges looked at each other in shock.

"Master Imperial Wind, I need you to come here and take a look." Li Xunyu said softly to Master Yu Feng.

"Xiao Yu, Xiao Long, let's go take a look." Master Yu Feng called out to Lin Yu and Zheng Loulong as they walked over.

Sixth Patriarch of the Yun Mountain Sect, if I am not mistaken, it should be because of the Six Ancestor of the Yun Mountain Sect. The six elders have already left for the Immortal World thirteen years ago, so their foundation for these six words is slightly better. Zheng Xialong said with a smile.

"The hide of a Thousand Goat is not as good as the armpit of a fox." He also finished writing.

"It's fine if he doesn't fly, but if he doesn't cry, then it's fine; if he doesn't, then it's fine. But if he does, then he'll amaze the world with a single brilliant feat." After Qin Xuan finished writing, he lightly nodded his head. His words had surprised the judges yet again. Qin Mu was a master that no one in the Royal Capital would ever think of as. This Qin Xuan was his grandson.

"Student Guo Xie, they're already done writing, aren't you going to write?" Sun Lingling asked with a smile as she looked at Guo Xie who was still in the ink stone.

"How can I write when the ink hasn't been formed?" Guo Qiang said with a smile.

"Kid, stop trying to be mysterious here. It's not good to waste everyone's time." Cao Xinglong said loudly.

"If you want me to hurry up, why don't you give me some ink and ink? That might be faster." Guo Xie looked at Cao Xinglong who was walking over and said with a smile.

"Good, good, good. Today, I, Old Cao, will give you some ink. I want to see what your writing looks like." Cao Xinglong said as he folded his arms and began to draw ink. "Now that Mo Yan is done, let's do it."

"In the past, there was a wild customer who was called an immortal." In the past, the first two lines of one of Li Bai's poems were written on a piece of paper by Guo Xie. Back then, Li Bai wasn't some banished immortal, but now, he was a true banished immortal.

"I thought it was very good, but it's nothing." Cao Xinglong glanced at it and said with a smile.

"Student Guo Xie, your writing is done. I'll have someone take it to the judges." Sun Ling Ling said with a smile.

"If you want to read, then ask them to come over and take a look." With that, Guo Xie stood up, "Xiao Xi, Wandering, Weiwei, Ye-zi, I'm leaving first, think of a place to eat, send me a text message when the time comes, haha." With that, Guo Tai walked down the stage and out of the auditorium.

"Has he given up? "Why did he leave? Hahaha, he gave up. He won't be able to participate in the true competition, haha." Qin Yu Long laughed.

"Idiot!" The youth beside Qin Highdragon said with disdain.

"Brat, I've already thought about it. When the first round of the written competition is over, I want to go eat fried noodles with gold. When I have a bowl of more than 10,000 yuan, I'll see if you die or not." Qin Highdragon said ruthlessly.

"Idiot, I've already thought about it. When we leave the auditorium, I'll watch you take off all your clothes and broadcast it on the entire forum. Are you going to become famous in the Martial City?" The youth said with a smile.

"Master, master, come here and take a look at this calligraphy piece." After watching it for almost a minute, Sunshine Middle School's Xu Bufan finally saw through some of it and spoke softly to Master Yu Feng.

"Impossible, how is this possible? How old is he? Li Wenzhou, the martial arts museum has a copy of Wang Xizhi's real work. Why do I feel that this calligraphy belongs to Wang Xizhi?" The principal of the middle school, Li Zhengcheng, softly said.

"Let the master come over to take a look. I don't understand. This calligraphy piece has already surpassed my understanding." Li Wenzhou shook his head and walked down the stage. "Fellow students, teacher, I'm not going to be the judge. Confucius, there are many questions, and you've specialized in martial arts. Student Guo Xie's words have exceeded the limits of what I can understand, so I can't make any comments on such words."

"That's the Deputy Curator of the Martial City Museum, vice president of the Calligraphy Association, Li Wentou." Some of the people in the crowd recognized Li Wenzhou and spoke softly.